DH has taken our oldest most beloved cat to the vets, at 18 years old with thyroid problems and a dodgy leg...he isn't coming back.

I just wish he could of had a nicer last day, he just slept in his upstairs basket and I took him food and water.

I was hopeing he could enjoy the sun, but no sun here today

I know we made the right decision but I miss him already and Tigs is going to be so upset when he notices him missing. They usually sleep curled around each other

So now we are down to six cats, we have recently lost Sandy (he escaped via the front door never to return)

But one cat can't replace another.

George would sleep on my head (pre child when we let him into our bedroom). He aways purred all the time and wanted so many cuddles. We adopted him as an older cat, abandoned in a multi story car park. He was terrified of traffic and didn't wander far from home (in our last house)

He enjoyed sleeping with Tigs and sleeping in the sun on the warm paving stones. He use to be 'top cat' and would inist on first dibs of sleeping and food arrangements. Even when he got older and gave up his role of 'top cat' he still kept his food and bed rights

Despite his bad legs, he still managed to climb to the top of the 8 foot cat tree and despite his bad ears, he still managed to hear the lid coming off the wet cat food.

He has had a lovely life with us and the rest of our cat herd, but the thyroid problem needed another operation and there was no way he would of survived it, so we took him home and loved him over the last few weeks and when he looked ill, we knew we had to take him in.